Dreams of power
Chapter 12:
Kaiba's limo for Marik and Malik finally came. They got in and in about twenty minutes or so; they were at their hotel with Kaiba waiting outside their room.
"So, you said you had some pictures of Kerry?"
"Sure do. And with a little tampering, they're gonna rock so hard." Marik smiled.
Malik looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"Relax, hikari. You'll get it." He led they way into their room with Kaiba and Malik following. When they got inside Marik sat down at the computer and put the digital camera in the cartridge. Then turned the PC on.
Kaiba sat down in the chair next to him, "So, you two followed Kerry around for while, eh?"
"That's right." Marik started typing.
"This should be good."
"I still don't know what's going on!" Malik pouted.
"Don't worry," Marik tasseled his hikari's hair, "Just watch the master at work."
"Fine. But where's the master?"
"Right here!" Marik pressed enter. "Take a look, this is all the pictures we took while we were out. Cool, huh? These could save our butts."
"..." Malik looked closer.
Marik clicked on a picture and it lighted up, red. It then came into a bigger frame and then Marik leaned back in his chair to face Kaiba, "So, what do think?"
"Uh." Seto starred at it, "It's Kerry hugging an old man."
"Right now, it is." Marik smiled, "But it doesn't have to be. Observe." He dragged the mouse over to the panel and made a couple of distortions and adjustments to the picture.
"Ah..." he sighed, "What do you think?"
"It looks like Kerry is strangling him." Malik's eyes were wide with wonder, "How'd you do that, Marik?"
"It's simple, I saw this thing on last week about making custom photos. It was so awesome."
Kaiba grinned, "This is sure to help you in the polls. Maybe you actually have a chance of becoming president, Marik."
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"Oh yeah."
He frowned, but then turned back to the computer, "Okay. We still have to do the rest of these, so here we go."
In about thirty to forty-five minutes, Marik had customized all of the pictures and he was now extremely pleased with himself. By the time he was done, he had great pictures. One of Kerry strangling an old man, one of him forcing a little girl into his car, and another of him throwing things at blind children. Not to mention the one with him doing dances in spandex.
"Wow, Marik. Do you think we'll win with these pictures? What if he has his own pictures of us?"
"Nonsense, Malik. We've never done anything to take pictures of-"
"Ha!" Kaiba interjected, "You're a riot, Marik. You both have done more in two years than all the politicians in a lifetime."
"I think he has a point, Marik."
"No he doesn't. Well, okay maybe we have done some things that are... questionable. But! Nonetheless, we have covered our tracks very well. We are masters of disguise!"
Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Are you two ready to see if this crazy plan will work?"
"Sure am!" they said in unison and followed Kaiba out the door with the printed pictures in hand.
They were in the limo and heading down to the T.V station where their partner, Sanders was currently working. Since there first commercial Sanders had become a regular guy in Marik and Malik's life. He made sure they didn't do anything the American people would disapprove of and made sure they acted in a respectable manner. Which is harder than it sounds for the both of them.
When they arrived, Kaiba waited in the car. And the two Egyptians ran up to meet Sanders on the top floor.
"Hey, guess what?!" Malik was waving the pictures around his head.
Sanders turned around, "What?"
"Look what we got." Malik shoved the pictures into his hands.
He looked at them for a minute, and then looked at Marik. "Where'd you get these?"
"Why does it matter where we got them? The point is that we got them. So, can we use these or what?"
"Well, yeah! But, there's only one problem."
"What's that?"
"John Edwards."
"Kerry's running mate? What about him?"
"Everyone will know these photo's are tampered with because Edwards isn't in here. Lately John Kerry hasn't gone anywhere without his running mate. Not even to the bathroom."
"Ick."
"Unless of course..."
"What?" Marik and Malik asked in unison.
"No, never mind. It's too risky."
"No, it isn't. Tell us. Our middle names are risky." Marik said.
"Well," Sanders paced in a little circle, "The only way we could really secure your victory with these pictures... And this is just a brainstorm, but... John Edwards would have to go missing."
"..." Marik was silent.
Malik's jaw dropped, "You mean you want us to kidnap John Edwards?!"
"Don't shout it for the whole world to hear!" Sanders glared. "Besides, I wouldn't let you do it anyway. Like I said, too risky."
"You're damn right it's too risky!" Malik looked at his yami, "Marik, tell me we're not doing this."
Marik sighed, "Well, if it's the only way..."
"Marik!"
Sanders looked at him, "You'd really consider doing this?"
"Sure. Malik, we've gotta do this. We've done dangerous things like this before. We have Yami and Yugi under wraps, right now. What's the difference adding one more to our list?"
"Yami and Yugi aren't known by the masses as important figures!"
"Yugi is the king of games, and Yami was pharaoh."
"This is different."
"It is not! Come on Malik, you know you want to. Just think about it, John Edwards is the only guy standing in your way of becoming vice president. Don't you want to kidnap him?"
"Well, I-"
"I'll take that as a yes!" Marik turned to Sanders, "We'll do it."
"Well, okay. But you CAN'T get caught! Under no circumstances are you to be discovered! Understand?"
"You got it. Me and Malik are masters of disguise."
"Ugh..." Malik sighed, "Where is he?"
"Glad you asked. He's been at the Backwoods Lodge all weekend. He should still be there. He's in cabin 13, but be careful because Kerry is staying in cabin 14. He'll be able to hear you if you make a lot of noise."
Malik raised an eyebrow, "You've been planning this, haven't you?"
"...Maybe."
"Come on, Malik." Marik headed for the door, "We've got a candidate for vice president to kidnap."